During my first year at the University of Utah, I did not own a car. I was at the mercy of public transportation, and it wasn't pretty. Each day, I had to catch the bus in Taylorsville, take it to the Trax station in Murray, ride Trax downtown, and catch another bus up to the U. This took me an hour and a half each way, which meant 3 hours among Salt Lake's elite every day. You might be surprised how much Salt Lake's elite smells like B.O.
One day, I spent an extra-long time waiting at the bus stop at the end of my street; I must have missed my bus, and therefore, had to spend 30 minutes waiting for the next one. I was wearing this skirt from Express, still one of my favorite pieces:
I had bought it for $40, which was a large purchase for a poor college student, but I loved it too much to pass it up. Anyway, as I waited, I heard someone honk at me. This was known to happen on occasion, and I chalked it up to looking extra nice that day. About 60 seconds later, someone else honked. "Wow," I thought. "I am on fire today!" Then another honk. And another! After 4 honks, I was no longer flattered - I was annoyed. Is that really how to impress a girl? Honk! Honk! They were coming every 2 minutes by now. By the 8th honk, I was completely fed up and pissed off, and I felt like a piece of meat. So for honk #9, I gave the driver the finger. Oh yes. Sweet little Mormon girl had had enough. I finally counted 11 honks and/or cat calls that morning. By the time I boarded the bus, I was so angry, I could have punched anyone in the face for looking at me the wrong way.
And now to the point of this story... The first time someone asked me if I'm excited about having this baby, I was touched. It was nice to know that someone was interested in my life. Momentous occasions like weddings, babies, and spelling bees tend to bring the masses together in celebration. Everyone is interested. Everyone is thrilled for the happy couple, the new parents, or the kid who can spell appogglatura. But here's the problem - everyone asks the same question: "Are you excited?"
Gah!
I find myself avoiding eye contact with people (who aren't really looking at my eyes anyway - they're gazing at the watermelon in my shirt) just so I don't have to answer the same question over and over again. I am tempted to send an email out at work with these three sentences:
I am due next week. Yes I am excited. Don't talk to me.
Like I said, the first time was nice. The 11th time may cause certain fingers to fly on their own.
10 comments:
So, Are you Excited?? Hee hee, don't kill me.
I've decided the true meaning of this post was just to let everyone know how smokin' hot you are. Seriously, 11 honks in 30 min. That's awesome!
Just start telling people, "NO."
I can't believe you are due next week. I don't know if you are excited (and frankly I don't care) but I am excited! Ha!
HA....I think I asked you that on Sunday....Ooops...at least I didn't rub your belly at the same time!
wait... trax was around when you were in school? that's so... weird.
I am working with a girl who is about to pop anyday now. I looked at her yesterday and was not filled with envy. She said, "Her visitor was no longer welcome". As long as you don't flip off your doctor or nurse in the delivery room I think you will come out a champ (notice I didn't include Tim).
Hopefully you won't be overdue ... then the questions are even more annoying (if that is at all possible :) ). Hope everything goes well!
I remember when that happened. The 11 honks I mean...mom was devastated that her innocent little Mormon Girl could do such a thing!
*le gasp*!!!!
i totally remember that skirt. somewhere i actually have a picture of the two of us each wearing one. darn, I should have bought it too. it's still cute...
Oh Meili, your blog never ceases to make me laugh. Cute skirt...that's a LOT of honks. Can't wait for the BIG POST announcing that the little babe is HERE!
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